Chen Xiaojian kissed Song Zhixiao's lips gently, and rubbed Song Zhixiao's back with both hands a little roughly.

At this moment, both of them were intoxicated, as if a child loved sugar.

It is not the first time Chen Xiaojian has kissed a girl, nor is it the first time he has been kissed by a girl, but whether it is Kim Hyo-yeon or Kwon Yoo-ri, it will not be like Song Ji-hyo, which makes Chen Xiaojian intoxicated.

Song Zhixiao is like a mellow glass of wine, which has a fatal attraction to people like Chen Xiaojian.

And Chen Xiaojian is not completely devoid of feelings for Song Zhixiao, but Chen Xiaojian doesn't know if this is a kind of thing called liking.

Whether you like it or not, when the heart can't give an answer, the brain's dopamine has already told Chen Xiaojian what to do.

The two kissed a little hard, at first it was Song Zhixiao who took the initiative, and then Chen Xiaojian was attacking.

After a long time, the lips parted. Song Jihyo's face was flushed, which was caused by a short lack of oxygen just now. A mist appeared in his eyes, looking at Chen Xiaojian's eyes.

Chen Xiaojian did not bow his head to avoid, but also looked at Song Zhixiao's eyes and looked at her.

"Jihyo, you're playing with fire. Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao and said softly.

"I know, but I'm not afraid of being burned by you. Song Zhixiao did not evade it, and said softly.

Chen Xiaojian's whole person squatted slightly, his hands wrapped around Song Zhixiao's round thighs, his waist was slightly forced, the whole person straightened, and directly hugged Song Zhixiao.

"Ahh Song Zhixiao was taken aback, she didn't expect Chen Xiaojian to pick herself up directly like a child.

Song Zhixiao's reflexive hands hooked Chen Xiaojian's neck and hung on Chen Xiaojian's body.

Chen Xiaojian hugged Song Zhixiao, walked out of the kitchen, glanced at the sofa, and then looked at the direction of the bedroom, as if he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Don't be outside. Song Zhixiao whispered in Chen Xiaojian's ear. When he spoke, he gently blew in Chen Xiaojian's ear.

Chen Xiaojian only felt that his ears were itchy, and this itch seemed to spread, all the way to Chen Xiaojian's heart.

"Good. Chen Xiaojian said softly, carrying Song Zhixiao into the bedroom, Chen Xiaojian raised his leg and closed the bedroom door.

The decoration of the bedroom is very ordinary, not to mention whether it is worth looking at or not, Chen Xiaojian has no heart to look at it now.

Chen Xiaojian put Song Zhixiao on the bed, stood on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Zhixiao lying on the bed, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Every time he unbuttoned it, the ambiguous atmosphere in the bedroom seemed to rise, and by the time Chen Xiaojian took off his shirt, the bedroom was already full of pink.

Song Zhixiao lay on the bed, covered his mouth, and watched Chen Xiaojian take off his shirt. Every time Chen Xiaojian unbuttoned his shirt, Song Zhixiao's face turned red.

By the time Chen Xiaojian took off his shirt, Song Zhixiao's forehead was already sweating slightly. In Song Zhixiao's view, Chen Xiaojian is now a fire, and the temperature in the bedroom is as high as a sauna.

When Chen Xiaojian took off his vest and revealed the muscle lines inside, Song Zhixiao was so ashamed that he covered his eyes with his backhand.

Although he covered his eyes with the back of his hand, after a while, he looked at his five fingers, and secretly looked at Chen Xiaojian from between his fingers.

At this time, Song Jihyo thought of a sentence he had seen on the Internet before, which was used to describe the flesh of a top man.

Walking hormones, moving aphrodisiacs.

Song Zhixiao had such feelings for Chen Xiaojian, looking at Chen Xiaojian's body, Song Zhixiao felt that his whole body was hot and itchy.

The straight legs twisted together slightly, rubbing a little. The snort became heavier and heavier, and a thin bead of sweat appeared on the wings of the nose.

Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao and felt the same way, Chen Xiaojian is a healthy man, and Song Zhixiao's behavior today is giving Chen Xiaojian some kind of hint.

Song Zhixiao's current appearance is no longer just a temptation for Chen Xiaojian.

The back of his hand covers his eyes, but his gaze looks timidly between his fingers. The small mouth was slightly open, and the lips were slightly swollen and crimson from the deep kiss between the two of them in the kitchen just now.

Because of breathing, the chest fell together, and when I lay there, I couldn't hide the hills and ravines in it.

What's even worse is that Song Jihyo's two legs, wrapped in jeans, are round and straight, and now they are tightly pressed together, gently rubbing back and forth.

Although the movement is light and the amplitude is small, it can still be seen.

Such an action sent a message to Chen Xiaojian, not a refusal, but an invitation.

After taking off his shirt, Chen Xiaojian bent down and slowly climbed onto the bed.

Chen Xiaojian's breathing was heavy, and with Chen Xiaojian's movements, the exhaled breath traveled from Song Zhixiao's feet, to his legs, to his waist, to his chest, and to his lips.

Chen Xiaojian's shirt was taken off, but Song Zhixiao was still wearing clothes, but even so, when Chen Xiaojian's exhaled breath blew on Song Zhixiao, Song Zhixiao could still feel it very obviously.

Chen Xiaojian's breathing was from bottom to top, as if Chen Xiaojian's hand was caressing from bottom to top.

Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao, reached out and took away the hand that was blocking Song Zhixiao's eyes, and as soon as the hand was taken away, Song Zhixiao hurriedly closed his eyes.

Expectant, nervous, scared, and shy, Song Zhixiao now has countless emotions in his heart, but his eyes dare not look at Chen Xiaojian.

Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao like this, gently kissed Song Zhixiao's eyes, and when his lips touched Song Zhixiao's eyelashes, he felt a trace of wetness.

kissed his eyes, gently kissed the tip of Song Jihyo's nose downward, and gently kissed Song Jihyo's lips downward.

Not an affectionate kiss in the kitchen, but a gentle peck. The moment Chen Xiaojian kissed up, Chen Xiaojian felt Song Zhixiao's body tremble slightly.

Song Zhixiao's eyes were still closed, and Chen Xiaojian kissed Song Zhixiao's lips again.

When Song Zhixiao's body trembled slightly again, the corners of Chen Xiaojian's mouth hooked up with a smile.

Chen Xiaojian was like a naughty child, constantly pecking at Song Zhixiao's lips. When Song Zhixiao got used to Chen Xiaojian's behavior and slowly relaxed, Chen Xiaojian stretched out his tongue and licked Song Zhixiao's lips gently.

Feeling the dampness and heat of his tongue, Song Ji-hyo's body trembled again.

"No, don't do that again. After Chen Xiaojian licked it twice, Song Zhixiao said softly.

"Don't you like it?" Chen Xiaojian whispered in Song Zhixiao's ear.

"Like, no, dislike. Song Jihyo nodded lightly and shook his head again.

"Like it or not. Looking at Song Zhixiao's appearance, Chen Xiaojian said with a smile.

"You hate it. ”